Stick + Ball + Whacking = Good

I discovered something wonderful yesterday. It's called Broomball and it may very well lead to my paralysis but...I'm willing to overlook that little fact.

For those of you who don't know what Broomball is (similarly to how I didn't know what it was until yesterday) it's basically hockey minus the skates. You're on ice with tennis shoes (or any other shoes of your choice. However, I'd stay away from stilettos...little tip from the pros) and a stick in which you whack a grapefruit sized ball around.

Now, some of you who know me might say that this sounds like pure insanity on my part. Well, I would like to point out that I usually only fall down stairs and even then it includes heels & talking. My daddy said I can walk, talk and chew gum but he never said nothin' bout no stairs.

But back my original point...this game is awesome. Give me a stick and something to whack... I'm pretty happy. Give me a stick, something to whack and someone to beat...even happier.  I like winning, what can I say? Not winning in the Charlie Sheen sense, because let's be honest, that takes a special kind of person and I'm not quite sure I'm that special. No, winning in the simple I'm-a-girl-who-just-scored-on-your-pansy-ass-you-delicate-little-flower-boy way. Not that I did that but...I will. Tenacity, people. Tenacity.

And for your information, I only fell twice. And one of those times was because someone hit me. The other time...well, may or may not have been from me simply walking across the ice. But whatever. Judgers.